THE SPLATTER CLUB presents More Bark Than Bite Robert Essig I was hanging out with Haloran Fritz smoking a fatty when the idea struck me. We had nothing better to do. No one knew much about Malcolm, but he went to work every day and had been a widower going on, hell, who knew how many years. I hadn’t seen his wife Lucretia since I was a kid. By the time we got down to the roach end of the joint, I was feeling pretty good, but Fritz and I agreed that we’d feel a whole lot bet

"On June 6th, 2006, three friends entered a pact with a succubus. Musical fame and fortune would be there's provided the women could...

Brought to you in part by Cold Case Corpse Alex Cole - part private investigator, part mercenary - no job too violent, no fee too big, no moral unbendable. Paranormal and interdimensional work accepted. Deities slain. Reasonable rates . The Murder Stage Kristopher Rufty The text message told Garret the club was on Eleventh Street, but all he saw were rundown buildings and shops that went out of business at the dawn of time. Nobody was wandering about, no line of customers to

Presented by THE SPLATTER CLUB For the very first time, I was disappointed in my dad. It hurt to admit this, but the way he surrendered to such a grave injustice struck me as downright weak. I'd never considered my father weak, but he’d placed his bet on a legal system that had failed him, failed my sister, failed us all. We now had every right to seek ou

It happened because in-line skating made its first appearance in the Olympics that year. That’s what the old folks said. The ones that...

In August, we ran a haiku contest with Absolute Underground Magazine! The winning poem will be featured in Welcome to the Club Vol. II, a...

"I Was There" Jay Wilburn Performed Live at Virtual KillerCon 2021 - 3rd Place Winner I was there when Brian Keene got his second vaccine shot, and it did not go the way the government would have you believe. First of all, he lost his shit. Literally. Like a fecal canon, he blasted down the walls of his observation pod and drenched the innocent patients and staff. I don’t know what the hell he ate, but I saw something akin to lettuce or coleslaw in there. Definitely, gas sta

**Note** There is no "Honorable Mention" category at KillerCon. As attendees, two Splatter Club admin were thoroughly grossed out by this performance and we asked to feature Carr's submission. "Nougat" Benji Carr Performed Live at Virtual KillerCon 2021 The handsome blonde chap—that one from the dance floor who now had me pinned in the booth—stopped exploring my chest and neck with his mouth and moved in the direction of my ear, while grinding warm and slow against my now t

The girl knocked back a shot of tequila, burped loudly and slammed the shot glass down on the scarred oak bar top. She was a standard-issue biker chick—dirty blonde hair, scuffed leather boots, tight jeans, cropped tank top with no bra, hard eyes. What my college roommate would have described as rode hard and put away wet . She hopped up on the bar, legs parted and feet dangling, facing the crowd. She slid the straps of her top off her shoulders and pushed it down to her wai

The head of Johnny Thunders hanging on the wall, an inch above the door, attached to a cedar mount lined with rusted studs. His expression preserved as if just finishing a particularly stellar set at CBGB, his eyes rolled back in a heroin stare. This was the first thing David Maher noticed upon passing through the unmarked doorway and entering the warehouse. He’d dragged himself to a shit part of town, the absolute toilet. The gallery wasn’t officially open yet. He’d been inv

**Warning** This is a short story from The Splatter Club , meaning it will be graphic. Consume at your own risk. Forty-two seconds. Forty-two seconds until Jeff buckled, emoted, and collapsed. Julie looked deep into his eyes, smiled wide, and laughed. “You fucking freak!” she howled. “You were barely even inside me!” Jeff felt himself shrink back. The wet blanket of shame wrapped tight around him and squeezed out all of his self-esteem. Even though he was thirty-eight years

**Warning** This is a short story from The Splatter Club , meaning it will be graphic. Consume at your own risk. A new job, a new start... As a magazine journalist, I had cast myself as virtually unemployable. Nobody reads magazines now adays. I’d spent half my life carving out a niche in an industry that didn’t exist anymore. One by one, my options dwindled, until there was only one left. A writing instructor teaching college students in Guangzhou, southern China. I’d done

Eva begins her day in the usual way—by sacrificing a small animal. A hamster. Back in the islands it would most likely be a chicken. Or a goat. Still; she has adapted well. The small apartment suits her. Reciting each name on her prayer list, she spills the blood and says her devotions. The she dresses in her hotel's maid uniform and begins her duties. *** Sitting on the commode, the tinkling of her urine stream tapering off, listening to Roy’s snoring; Maggie still believes